Golden light spread across the rippling Yangchun River, where two or three black-scaled boats sat moored.
Inside the bamboo-fenced courtyard.
Shen Yi sat on a stool, holding a rag as he carefully wiped down his scabbard.
He wasn't good at looking after the wounded. Fortunately, Madman often got hurt, and Little Widow had gained some experience tending to him.
At least she'd stopped Ma Tao and Li Xinhan's bleeding and rebandaged them until they looked "human" again.
Once Li Mujin woke up, she hurriedly took out a few pills and fed them to him, temporarily stabilizing their vital signs.
She slowly walked out of the house.
She'd let down her ponytail, and her disheveled hair partly covered her pale cheeks. Her breathing was weak, clearly the result of suffering severe depletion after fighting recklessly the night before.
Li Mujin looked a little less alluring. Her once-moist red lips were now somewhat cracked.
Watching Shen Yi's back, she gradually matched it to the figure she'd seen the night before.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth and rasped, "Where are the others?"
"They're just exhausted, not injured. They woke up earlier and went to the yamen to get the horses."
Shen Yi set down the rag and hung his saber back at his waist.
Li Mujin dragged a stool over and sat beside him. Resting her chin in her palm, she'd meant to ask him something, but couldn't think of what to say. So she just stared blankly at his profile.
At last, Shen Yi couldn't stand her gaze any longer. He frowned and shot her a withering look.
Li Mujin burst out laughing, her eyes filling with emotion. "So you really are good at killing demons."
So good that even a girl who'd grown up in Qing Prefecture could